“The gates made of light swing open.
You see in.”
I want to enter the Gate of the Beloved.
Wait for me there
Holding open the gates of light.
Your blue eyes beckoning,
Bid me enter your city
Ancient, lovely, petrified.
I enter your gates with offerings —
Pomegranates and honey dates.
All that I will be is here.
Deborah Leipziger is an author, poet, professor, and mother. Her chapbook, Flower Map, was published by Finishing Line Press (2013). She is the co-founder of Soul-Lit, an on-line poetry magazine. Born in Brazil, Ms. Leipziger is the author of several books on human rights and sustainability. http://flowermap.net/